It feels... clean.

I feel

happy.

But it is too cold to sleep.

[transmission begins with a soft, content hum.]

... Happy Christmas.

[end transmission.]

How... do they get inside? Stuck. Trapped? Help.

Almost.

Keep your face to the sunshine... and you shall never see shadows...

Help. I want...help.

Escape is below your feet.

Ghosts and shadows....cold. Cold cold cold dead. Cold. ...Warm. Familiar.

Let him go, let Walter go. He can change, he will change, just like him. just like him.

[ooc: if this is really late...then it's really late. lucy has a tendancy to comment on things long after they've happened anyway.]

[the transmission starts, and she sounds...happy. Calm. ...Almost sane.]

Not much longer now. Soon, he will come home.

[soft, quiet footsteps, and perhaps some random, muffled voices in the background of other people trying to get situated after everything that's happened. she's paying then no mind, just wandering, content and happy. when she speaks next, it's quieter, as if the device has been forgotten about already. She sings quietly to herself, oblivious to anyone else around her.]

A clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song in an ageless light
Sings at the coming dawn
Birds in flight are calling there
where the heart moves the stones
there that my heart is longing for
All for, for the love of you

[ooc: erf. She's delusional and happy, due to her chip, and thinks it's fifteen years ago. Idk, don't ask. At least she's not going crazy like she usually is :/. Oh. And here's the song, if you care.]

Benjamin-- help him, someone help him trapped. please. not him too, i can't lose him too.

[a moment or two of silence, then a chimera growl and hesitant footsteps]

...N-No. Stay back, devil!

...mas...m-ma..no... no nono

...mad mad mad, all of you are mad, he'll be there, just like last time, just like before...you'll see. I won't go..I won't go I won't go I won't go

[she drops the communicator in her...fit, it clatters, and cuts out]

The rain is gone...

The music..gone...

Johanna...

There is no comfort here...it's not safe, never safe, never warm...

No...No, no...She's not-- Not true, all lies, she's--...she's gone...she'sgoneshe'sgoneshesgoneshesgone-- shesgoneshesgoneshesgoneSHESGONE--

[voice breaks and fades out into what sounds like faint, muffled sobs, and then, shakily, drifting into a painful moan]

Johanna...

[a faint, muffled thud, a clatter, and a rustle of clothing]

...N-No...n-no, no... [brief, scared laughter, very quiet] ..eheheh...s'not real...s'just a dream, Lucy, just a dreammn...it's...no. No no no nonononono!

[her voice cracks and she breaks into sobs, murmuring to herself. For a few moments, all that can be heard is the sound of her crying and her muttered words. And then, somewhere close but still far enough away, a low growl. End transmission.]

[ooc: comment spam if you want. ]

Benja-- [loud banging and hitched breathing. Panicked, worried, rushed and whispered.]

May God save-- [the sound of the door breaking down and she screams, dropping the device]

No! No, please! Stay away, keep away! Benjamin!

[quick heavy footfalls accompanied by quieter ones, and then a loud clatter followed by a scrape-- possibly the sound of a chair being toppled over and the device being picked up in a hurry. Lucy runs, all the while muttering to herself in a frenzy.]

It's the Devil! It's because she's here, this is her work! Keep away!

[louder footfalls as she runs; she's being followed and they're catching up fast. She sounds frantic now.]

Please, leave me alone! Bejamin! Find Johanna, please, keep her sa-- [a shriek and a thud as she trips and falls, and then someshuffling. The device clatters again skids, landing somewhere a short ways off, but still close enough to pick up her voice as well as the voices of others trying to get to safety ]

NO! LET ME G-- PLEASE [flesh hitting flesh as she tries to fight the reaver off] DON'T-- NO! [her voice drifts into broken sobs] N-No...ngh......N..o...Benjamin. BEN-- [a loud, pained scream, and then the sound of tearing flesh. After a minute or so, the transmission cuts to static.]

[ooc: Caught/raped/torn apart/eaten/all of the above. Strike one.]